Pieces of my puzzle

I know that my blogs are sometimes bits of my life, random pieces of me. I am a puzzle forever being put together. Sometimes finding the missing parts to see them fit into me is amazing. I have two sons and when each of them was born I learned great lessons on love and life. They are pieces of my story but one to them I will become a piece of theirs. I wonder what they will think about me when they are grown. How will they explain me to girlfriends and buddies in the future. We all have stories of our mother and father. So I try do the things I want them to think of. I want them to look back at their childhoods and remember love lots of hugs and kisses and fresh baked bread, and apple pies. I read somewhere that we break our children no matter how hard we try to to keep them whole. Some only small cracks and some into fragments. I hope that my faults are forgivable when they are grown. Yes I know they are only 5 and 2 but does it hurt to think of the future now so that the future is a nicer place?
I don’t know the answers and I sometimes wonder about the questions. All we can do is the best we know how. Sometimes we can change what we know and do better. There is hope for all of us and it started with a baby boy I fear I could love completely but I was wrong. Love is a gift and the more you give the more you have. I am blessed to know this and I hope, really hope that I can teach my children that secret. This wish like all things takes time, only will reveal what lays ahead. The best we can do is put it in God’s Hands and push forward and Live.
Be well and Love Freely